Acid Rain lyrics

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[Chance The Rapper]Kicked off my shoes, tripped acid in the rainWore my jacket as a cape, and my umbrella as a caneThe richest man rocks the snatch-less necklaceSpineless bitches in backless dresses… Wore my feelings on my sleeveless… My weed seedless, my trees leaflessI miss my diagonal grilled cheesesAnd back when Mike Jackson was still JesusBefore I believed in not believin’ inYeah, I inhaled, who believed in me not breathin’ in?Cigarette stained smile all covered in sinMy big homie died young; just turned older than himI seen it happen, I seen it happen, I see it alwaysHe still be screamin’, I see his demons in empty hallways… I trip to make the fall shorter… Fall quarter was just a tall orderAnd I’m hungry, I’m just not that thirstyAs of late, all my verses seem not so verse-yAnd all my words just mean controversyTook the team up off my back, like “That’s not your jersey?”Stressin’, pullin’ my hair out, hopin’ I don’t get pickedAll this medicine in me hopin’ I don’t get sickMaking all of this money hopin’ I don’t get richCause niggas still getting bodied for foams

Sometimes the truth don’t rhymeSometime the lies get millions of viewsFunerals for little girls, is that appealin’ to you?From your cubicle desktop, what a beautiful view… I think love is beautiful, tooBuilding forts from broken dams, what a hoover could doFor future hoopers dead from Rugers shootin’ through the empty alleyCould’ve threw him an alley-oop, helping him do good in schoolDamn that acid burn when it clean ya… I still miss bein’ a seniorAnd performing at, all those open mic eventsHigh schools, eyes closed seein’ arenas… And I still get jealous of Vic… And Vic’s still jealous of meBut if you touch my brotherAll that anti-violence shit goes out the window along with you and the rest of your team… Smokin’ cigarettes to look cooler… I only stop by to look through ya… And I’m only gettin’ greedier… And I’m still Mr. Youmedia… And I still can’t find talentAnd I’m still choosin’ classmates that wouldn’t fuckMom still thinks I should go back to schoolAnd Justin still thinks I’m good enoughAnd Mama Jan still don’t take her medsAnd I still be askin’ God to show his faceAnd I still be askin’ God to show his face…

[Chance The Rapper – singing]I am a new man, I am sanctified, ohhhOhh I am holy, I have been baptizedI have been born again, I am the White LightRain, rain don’t go away…Bow wow wow wow wow wow {*7X to fade*}IGH!